The Press., 1887-10-20
(For The Press.) OUR TRIP.

We reached Southbridge by the last train; 1t was already beginning to grow dark, but the uncle was there with his pair of horses and the eight miles seemed but short ride. How natural the little farmhouse looked, it's back to the hills and facing out over the meadows to the lake.
 A bright light shining from the windows and warm welcome shining from the eyes of the family, made it seem pleasant indeed to us, who had travelled by boat and rail to visit them before settling down to our autumn duties.
 Each day there was something new and pleasant, we had both taught here, SO had several calls to make. We drove, rowed, tished and went nutting.
 The lake l have tried to prove Is the source of the Quinnebaug river. It is a beautiful sheet of water dotted with is- lands and set in frame of the beautiful colors which nature, at this season, throws over her forests. We row across, climb the hill through the woods, and search for chestnuts. If we had tried nearer home we would have had better success, but surely one would not willingly pick up nuts in the door yard when they can so easily go farther
 There are other relatives in adjacent towns, and we wished to see them also, so one afternoon we started on a tour in a tour, just like the single quotations in your reading books at school
 l The first afternoon we drove fourteen miles through as desolate region as can be found ill a civilized country. Some of the way the road was over greensward and all that marked it was the wall on either side my cousin declared all the way I could tell the directions was always to take the narrower road when we came to a cross ing.
 At nightfall We reached our first stop. ping place here I had taught my first school, and riding along laughed to my self to think of the girl, who, hardly in long dresses was mistaken so many times for one of the scholars. There were many questions to ask and answer and not till late in the following afternoon did we starr again.
 Did you ever drive along the river road Wilmington to Stafford It was beautiful ''Hills to the right of us, hills to the Jeff of us, and between only space for carriage and railroad divided by the river. They were grand hills too, rising perpendicular ly so many feet above us. The colors were splendid, brown October had done hel best. The ride was ended only too soo1 and here at another farm house we spen the night The day following was spent in looking around the farm and dairy anC in making calls., At night we took up tho journey once more and completed the cir cle by arriving at the little grandmother again.
 A visit to the Cat rocks was planned fol the next day. First we ride about two miles, then are obliged to take staff ant tramp. We reach them at last. I doub if they are visited three times year. don't believe third of the towns people have ever seen them; why they are so neg lected I do not know, for it would be harC to beat them for grandeur and wlldness by anything in New England. From the state line they extend into Connecticut nearly one hundred rods, from the top to the bot tom there is direct fall of two hundred feet, and in some places the rocks them selves form perpendicular wall of forty feet, in others the surface is broken ana caves extend far into the earth.
 The climbing was hard but we were vel